The World Ends Tomorrow Novels & Stories

Images of Logan filled my mind as I sobbed, wondering how I could ever go on without him. END OF VOLUME 1: IF TOMORROW COMES, PART 1

until the end of time episode 4 Slowly Fransis got out of bed, he walked around and stood right behind his wife. Sonia was shocked when the man began to wrap his sturdy arms around her slim waist, her head rested on the chest of the man who was considered her sister-in-law, her ears could hear her heartbeat, she wanted to get out of this situation, her husband was in the hospital now, but she was making out with her sister-in-law, at least that's what she thought, she did not know that they were exchanging identities.

But it was better than me being defiled. I wouldn't have to wait for tomorrow. There was no tomorrow. This was the end of my miserable life. I was free from the horrors of this world at last!

her feminine deep yet smooth voice bounced around the room filling up our attentive ears. "Someone here is the traitor and I'll be giving all of you just 48hours to surrender yourself. If I don't get a response from any of the seven of you then I'll advice you live the remaining hours of lives the way you wish and don't even think of acting smart cause I'll find you. You are all dismissed"

-END OF CHAPTER NINE- A shadowy figure watches from the horizon: “The Guardian thinks she’s won… but the real war begins tomorrow.”

"The papers were notarized a month ago. I trust there's no more paperwork I have to go through?" "That is all," said the lawyer. A moment of calm later, he added, "Congratulations, Mr. Dyson." I smiled and hung up. Then in silence, I waited until nightfall. … T-minus, three hours. I packed up all my stuff and booked a flight ticket for the next day. … T-minus, two hours. I cut up all the photos that had me and her in it, leaving only me in the picture. T-minus, one hour. I placed the papers on the table, neat and tidy.

Curious. But tomorrow, they would understand everything. Tomorrow, our worlds would become one. Tomorrow… history would be rewritten.

Naomi and Wayne stood at the center, each holding a child, looking every bit the picture of a perfect family of four. I stood silently in the crowd, watching that scene. Taking a bite of matcha cake, the sweetness on my tongue turned bitter. Without sparing them another glance, I walked out of the hotel. Sliding into the car Wayne had once given me with matching license plates, the cold voice of the system filled my head, and dizziness overtook me. "Host, your departure time has arrived. Countdown: three, two, one…" I closed my eyes. From that moment on, Arden Sharpe no longer existed in this world.

Millions of them. And on every door, there was a date: March 30, 2026. "Every door is the same day," Kael whispered, looking out the window. "It’s a graveyard of the same twenty-four hours." The taxi screeched to a halt in front of a door painted a bright, violent red. The woman in the front seat turned around, her face reflecting the flickering lights of the hallway. "This is the door Julian never opened," she said. "Because on the other side of this door, the crash doesn't happen. But the world still ends."

"Just promise tomorrow. Just promise one more day. Just promise you'll try. That's enough. That's all I need. That's all I ask. One more day. Again. Always. Until we can't. Until we lose. Until forever ends." "Then I promise tomorrow." He holds me tight. "Tomorrow I'll choose you. Tomorrow I'll trust the bond. Tomorrow I'll fight the manipulation. Tomorrow I'll try. That's my promise. Today. For tomorrow. One more day." Midnight comes. He forgets. And I lie awake. Terrified of tomorrow. Terrified of the gamble. Terrified of the day the bond isn't enough. The day the manipulation wins. The day they leave. The day the Absolute finally claims victory.